Ella:
I just kept staring at Vanessa as she walked away, trying to digest the new information that jolted the hell out of me. Why would Mr. Johnson lie about his business objectives when Mr. Holt was investing in his company’s expansion? Unless……(thinking hard) he was offered this option only if he……(analyzing) withdrew his business alliance with…...Accent!
I gasp as I derive the precise conclusion. What else could it be? I couldn’t fathom any other reason. Why does Mr. Holt not want Accent dealing with Alfatel? We are not even based around the construction sector. Is he such a maniac that my refusal to drop Atkinson plc from our client list is taking a toll on his ego? That someone can walk away from the business deal he is offering?
He wants Holt Enterprises to be my only option! That’s it! I shake my head disillusioned all these days for a tiny part of me craved to be with him but that’s all his
Ella:“This is my house as well. Where will I go at this time of the night?” I implored. “It isn’t as though I am dying to stay with you either. I had plans of moving out once I had a permanent job and my company promised I would be made perman
Ella:I checked my phone to see ten missed calls and a text from Helen, “My humble abode awaits thy Princess Cinderella” making me smile for the very first time of the day.
James:Phew! today was a comparatively better morning. Gorging on the huge English breakfast of eggs, toast, baked beans, mushrooms and vegan sausages, my appetite was back to normal. I was feeling much more aware, focused and coordinated to function like
James:“It was Bridget, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t have allowed her entry in the villa in the first place. I am sorry Mr Holt” David apologised profusely feeling guilty.
Ella:This was going to be my last week at Accent if I did not bring an influential business account to the table. I was glad Helen was there with me as we entered the office together. As I watched people go by, they seemed to smile sympathetically at me. It was the w
Ella:Today’s huddle was music to my ears. Jen was furious at Joe and she made sure to publicly humiliate him saying, “I thought you were such a promising candidate for the managerial position but by losing such a vital account I doubt if you even belong h
Ella:There he was wearing a blue striped William Eastmancott bespoke suit sitting in his cushy chair drinking fine scotch on the rocks gloating...gloating at how helpless and desperate I was for his business account.
Ella:I marched out of his office, barely acknowledging Vanessa who had one of her ears plastered to the wall. Hurrying across the hallway, with a hundred emotions running through my head, I slumped on one of the benches. What the hell just happened in there? Was there something which was meant to be between us?Business managers and directors negotiate and play dirty politics to get a better deal all the time in our jobs. Why was I so angry with him all the time? Perhaps because he had it all...fame...money and women at his feet and I did not want to be one of them. Well, enough figured out for today! I started feeling better on my way home...well Helen’s home...but at least it was devoid of stress and drama. Brrrrrr...I shivered as the wind ran to my legs all the way up my bare bottoms. Trying to brush off the vision of him tearing my underwear, I shake my head pondering, “That man is an animal”Following a good night’s sleep I head out